Saturday, May 02, 2009

Rhubarb is murmurous

...background noise,




an indistinct conversation.




A low-level flight for opportune strafing.




A heated dispute, a row.




Nonsense,




worthless stuff.




So says the OED.




In my world it's all true.

15 comments:

John W. MacDonald said...

i like this post.

Brenda Schmidt said...

Thanks, John! I was so excited to see it poking through! Soon rhubarb cake, rhubarb muffins, stewed rhubarb, rhubarb sauce!

the regina mom said...

Mmmmm...

Brenda Schmidt said...

Mmm, indeed! There's a particular rhubarb dessert that I've been craving all day. My Mom makes it. I could eat a whole 9X13 pan of it all by myself...

Ariel Gordon said...

Sometimes, I'm very glad to know you.

Also: glutton!

Brenda Schmidt said...

Sometimes! Ha!

Ok, gluttony is a bit of a problem. But I can't help it. Mom's rhubarb dessert is SO good!

Evie said...

Rhubarb! Thanks, Brenda.

Chien Bâtard said...

Very nice. I have strong memories of rhubarb from my childhood. One of the few things that grows without coaxing in that harsh prairie climate, no?

Brenda Schmidt said...

Thanks Evie and Chien B!

You're right, rhubarb requires no coaxing here. Yay! We're in hardiness zone 1a, which is quite a challenge. But, like anywhere, you can take advantage of existing microclimates or create your own. It's amazing what you can grow here.

Anonymous said...

Had rhubarb pie today. Found one in the freezer.

Mom

Brenda Schmidt said...

Rhubarb pie!!! Yum! I hope you find another in the freezer when we come down! :)

Pearl said...

neat! love to see that coming up.

Brenda Schmidt said...

Thanks, Pearl! Me, too. Especially after such a long winter.

sms said...

yes, there's something particularly appealing in watching your rhubarb rise victorious... positively easterian in my op.

le miracle du printemps

encore

Brenda Schmidt said...

Nicely put!